The Append Age is upon us.   As much is revealed in reverse on occasions wherein appendages are equipped upon unexpected sense organs of humble humanoids! Be they perhaps few and far between occasions,  such as having one’s maw fine-tuned by men of science, these operating theaters are laden with instrumentation!  I digress. Point is: any time-consuming surgery will lock you down in space, may well affix odd endodontic bric-a-brac, crucially it will numb certain senses and thus amplify attention elsewhere.

That ready-at-hand swill of distraction, the glocal anesthesia that humanoidal eyes/ears consume so rabidly in the always-on information environment is vanished in this netherworld of alien appendages. Imprisoned, locked down in space one is amplified temporally,  freedom found in the fourth dimension, as the late, great Augusto Boal would argue.  Great swathes of epiphany, insight and illumination– sensory experience typically drowned out by the loud hum, and correctional facility of contemporary iDolatry.  Clamoring will commence undoutedly for meditation, focus, a sense of spiritual balance to achieve such clarity of mind.  To those ideas I say humbug! Unless there is some techno-appendage to amplify or amputate sense ratios, earbuds or eye-phones, muscle stimulants or hands-free devices, it DOES NOT COMPUTE in the Append Age!

Som(e)ambulant, gadget equipped denizens of this “small planet held in suspension in the electronic ether of our modern means of telecommunication,” —as that canny Paul Virilio has described such phantom limbo—find themselves locked down temporally, prisoner to the duration of devices, macro/micro, teleprescent/teleprescient.